The Ninja Turtles patrolled the rooftops of New York under the dim moonlight, alert for any sign of danger. It wasn't long before they came across a group of Foot Clan soldiers. With their trademark dexterity and coordination, Leonardo pulled out his Ninjatōs, Raphael wielded his Sais, Donatello raised his Bō, and Michelangelo spun his Nunchakus. Without hesitation, they charged into battle, taking down the Clan members one by one. A new figure appeared in the shadows. A female ninja, also from the Foot Clan. As she approached, something changed in her expression. Slowly, she dropped her katana to the ground, as her eyes began to fill with tears. They weren't tears of sadness, but of pure happiness. The four brothers stopped, exchanging confused glances.

"How is this possible?" the woman muttered, her voice shaking. "After all this time... It's been 15 years..."

Leonardo kept his guard up but with a curious look. "What... what are you saying?" He asked, not lowering his weapons.

Donatello tilted his head, trying to remember if they had ever seen her before. But nothing in his mind seemed familiar.

Michelangelo, being the most emotional of the four, couldn't help but feel intrigued. "Do you know us?" he asked, coming a little closer, still holding his nunchucks firmly.

"You don't remember... but I found you. When you were just babies I took care of you for a few days, until I made sure you were safe... If it weren't for me, you might never have found your master."

The brothers stood stock still. The revelation hit them, unable to process what they had just heard. Splinter had always told them of his arrival in their lives, but they never imagined that someone else had played a role in that destiny.

Leonardo was the first to speak. “Did you… take care of us?”

Raphael clenched his fists, trying to deal with the conflicting emotions. “This can’t be real…”

Donatello searched for logic in all of this, but no explanation fit in his mind. “This is… impossible.”